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Page 333
... R. B. Sheridan 163 . Thou Canst Not Boast THOU canst not boast of Fortune's store , My love , while me they wealthy call : But I was glad to find thee poor , For with my heart I'd give thee all , And then the grateful youth shall own ...
... R. B. Sheridan 163 . Thou Canst Not Boast THOU canst not boast of Fortune's store , My love , while me they wealthy call : But I was glad to find thee poor , For with my heart I'd give thee all , And then the grateful youth shall own ...
Page 388
... R. B. Sheridan The Braes o ' Gleniffer KEEN blaws the wind o'er the braes o ' Gleniffer , The auld castle's turrets are cover'd wi ' snaw ; How changed frae the time when I met wi ' my lover Amang the broom bushes by Stanley - green ...
... R. B. Sheridan The Braes o ' Gleniffer KEEN blaws the wind o'er the braes o ' Gleniffer , The auld castle's turrets are cover'd wi ' snaw ; How changed frae the time when I met wi ' my lover Amang the broom bushes by Stanley - green ...
Page 417
... R. B. Sheridan 230 . A COGIE o ' yill and a pickle ait - meal , And a dainty wee drappie o ' whiskey , Was our forefathers ' dose for to sweel down their brose , And keep them aye cheery and frisky . Then hey for the whiskey , and hey ...
... R. B. Sheridan 230 . A COGIE o ' yill and a pickle ait - meal , And a dainty wee drappie o ' whiskey , Was our forefathers ' dose for to sweel down their brose , And keep them aye cheery and frisky . Then hey for the whiskey , and hey ...
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Arethusa auld auld lang syne baloo beauty beneath bird bless bloom bonnie Bonny Dundee bosom bower braes breast breath bright Brignall busk canna charms cheek dance dark dead dear death doth dream e'en e'er earth eyes fair fear flowers frae grave green ha'e hame hand happy hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hour Inchcape Rock Kilmeny lady land lass lassie light lo'e look Lord Lord Byron loud maid maun moon morning ne'er never night o'er pain pale R. B. Sheridan rill rose round S. T. Coleridge shade sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit sweet tears tell thee There's thine thou art thought thro tree Twas voice W. S. Landor Warwickshire waves weel weep wild wind wings wyfe Yarrow youth